In which I proffer a Happier Happy New Year

Happy New Year, again. After processing 2024 here, my husband and I settled in for a quick episode of Survivor before watching the ball drop. Our toddler recently broke our tv, so we had to hunt for a live channel on my laptop, but just before midnight, we found something. Outside, people were launching fireworks. We cheers-ed in the year with a raspberry rose Poppi, prayed, and then got into the nitty-gritty of sharing our hopes for the upcoming year.

As is typical of Honey Badger, he had a list of hopes and goals for the year, and things that he is asking the Creator for. But, as you can imagine, I really wasn’t in the mood of being hopeful or wishing for things this year. Definitely a buzzkill, sorry to say. But we talked thoroughly over all the fears and insecurities that I was experiencing, and I left our conversation feeling heard and… slightly hopeful.

It really is hard to allow myself to imagine what this next year will be like. Will it be good? I really hope so. Are there things I’m privately hoping for? Most definitely. My husband and I share many of the same hopes, even if I’m a bit scared to hope for them.

In the light of day, things seem less terrible. Even hopeful. The sky is clear, the ice on the lake has melted. Canadian geese paddle in the sunshine, and lake people are walking around, bundled up against the wind. It’s a beautiful, normal start to the year. So I’ll take it as it is, and hope for more beautiful, normal days in the year to come.

Sierra